Sunday, July 22, 2012

kenny chessney "the tin man" lyrics
saw a man in the movies that didn't have a heart
how i wish i could give him mine
then i wouldn't have to feel it breaking all apart
and this emptiness inside would suit me fine

it's times like these
i wish i were a tin man
you could hurt me all you wanted
and i'd never even know
i'd give anything just to be the tin man
and i wouldn't have a heart and i wouldn't need a soul

i couldn't see your leavin' comin'
you took me by surprise
even now it still seems like a dream

but i know i can't be dreamin'
'cause as i lay down each night
the pain so great that it won't let me sleep

it's times like these
i wish i were a tin man
you could hurt me all you wanted
and i'd never even know
i'd give anything just to be the tin man
and i wouldn't have a heart and i wouldn't need a soul
well i'd give anything just to be the tin man
and i wouldn't have a heart and i wouldn't miss you so

another version:

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by tracy chapman:

remember the tinman (lyrics)

there are locks on the doors
and chains stretched across all the entries to the inside
there's a gate and a fence
and bars to protect from only God knows what lurks outside

who stole your heart left you with a space
that no one and nothing can fill

who stole your heart who took it away
knowing that without it you can't live

who took away the part so essential to the whole
left you a hollow body
skin and bone
what robber what thief

who stole your heart and the key

who stole your heart
the smile from your face
the innocence the light from your eyes

who stole your heart or did you give it away
and if so then when and why

who took away the part so essential to the whole
left you a hollow body
skin and bone
what robber what thief

who stole your heart and the key
now all sentiment is gone
now you have no trust in no one
who stole your heart
did you know but forget the method and moment in time
was it a trickster using mirrors and sleight of hand
a strong elixir or a potion that you drank

who hurt your heart
bruised it in a place
that no one and nothing can heal

you've gone to wizards, princes and magic men
you've gone to witches, the good the bad the indifferent

but still all sentiment is gone
but still you have no trust in no one

if you can tear down the walls
throw your armor away remove all roadblocks barricades
if you can forget there are bandits and dragons to slay
and don't forget that you defend an empty space
and remember the tinman
found he had what he thought he lacked
remember the tinman
go find your heart and take it back

who stole your heart
maybe no one can say
one day you will find it i pray

'revenge' never, ever works (in the long term). while we might get a temporary ego-rush as we 'right' a 'wrong', revenge never works (in the long term). it's a momentary effort to feel better, leading to the inevitable, (event-u-all) feeling worse.

'forgiveness' (according to a course in miracles) is the highest form of Love that wIe can achieve, here on the physical plane of existence. the premise of Forgiveness (with a Capital 'F') is that we purge our own bodymind of the negative thoughts surrounding a particular event. it's not about 'forgiving' others, so much as re-Leasing the anger, judgment and fear from our own psyche.

...but (maybe) there's a higher vibration... and it is Known as Non-judgment. if we don't judge, then we have no reason to ever 'forgive', because we never had any negative feelings (we never blamed) and, therefore, forgiveness is mute.

...yes, there's even a Higher vibration:

Love

Love is the opposite of fear. Love cannot be described, as It is nonconceptualizable. Love can be felt, or Connected with, at times, but cannot be described or broken-down or understood.

...and that is okay. why would the physical-mental bodymind, here in a dream, want to wake-up early into Spirit? haven't we ever considered that Spirit might want to dream? don't we know that the dream is notthe reality?

when one can sit back and contemplate the feelings of revenge, and righteousness, and justice, and patriotism, and "we're number one!" (ism), and anger, and judgment, and blame, and shame, and criticism, and on and on and on...

...it is just as easy (maybe easy-er???) to re-cognize the similarities, the Union, the Connectedness, the Wholeness, the Symbiosis, the Interdependence, the Harmony, the Sin-phony, and the Reality that it feels better when wIe get to an ocobodymingset of Nonjudgment -- Allow-ing, understand-ing, Namaste'-ing???

Sunday, July 15, 2012

to queen a pawn (as castle),why play it by the book?and if you want to mate with power, on the h/our:rooked
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* the impossibilities of a seven-rook mate can only be experienced by playing against a computer who refuses to resign, even as his position crumbles to pieces.

* driven by an unconquerable ego and the insane hope of a draw, white ignored all of the (re)signs... and (of course) suffered the cumulative effect of castle-ing (supported by castling supported by castling).

* the final position, however, would never have been remotely possible (if not for the positioning of black's king)... in addition to the fact that one rook (more or less) would have rendered the final position completely unattainable.

something is aflutter, here,here in the light of daysharing dance of sweet romance (a game of chance):fowl play
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* the back porch sanctuary set new records this morning:
- 7 hummingbird feeders
- a minimum of 5 (documented) chirpers in simultaneous dance... (doing a lot more chasing, chirping and bumping than drinking)

* 'alpha red-neck' still rules the roost, posting up in his three favorite locations -- all of which allow for a command view of the battlefield.

* 'little red'-neck (a formerly skittish hummingbird) has become much more aggressive, challenging alpha's domain and even posting-up in alpha's absence.

* '50 shades' (another grey-beard) has shown definite signs of multiple personality order: skittish at one moment and powerfully aggressive in the next. a true psychotic.

* "love is in the air" (you might say...) as the chirping and dancing often culminates with two (or sometimes three?) hummers -- zooming away into the treeline. what's going on in there?

* a newcomer to the group ('greenback') has made his presence known -- counterbalancing his small stature with speed, agility and audacity.

* like a protective mother, i yearn for the flitter-flatter of little wings (sometime in the future). since every living thing seeks survival/thrival via pro-creation and replication, it is quite possible that these playful creatures are in it for more than just the sugar.